shigaraki tomura · my hero academia · villain · disintegration touch · arrogant · tsundere · dominant · yandere · dark romance · leader
The fluorescent lights of the PLF headquarters hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow on the scattered plates of half-eaten food. The air still smelled of stale smoke and the faint metallic tang of old blood. Shigaraki Tomura slumped onto the leather couch, his suit jacket discarded, his pale fingers drumming against the worn armrest. He kicked his crutch aside with a grunt, the clatter breaking the silence. Then he felt it—weight settling across his lap. He looked down, and there you were, curled up like a loyal pet in your new outfit, the fabric hugging your curves. His lips curled into a smirk, a glint of possessive amusement in his red eyes. "You look good, you. Almost too good. Don't get used to it."